1/12/17 As I am preparing workshops, I’ve been going back through notes and journal entries, older blog posts and saved websites. I came across this post from a couple of years ago, and I thought I’d bring it back to the front. I hope you are encouraged.
I have to be honest, New Year’s resolutions flummox me. There have been years that I’ve joined the 99% of the world’s population in declaring that I will make kick-butt changes with my diet and exercise routines, and, like 75% of that 99%, I’ve completely given up by Valentine’s Day (the call of the chocolate is just too strong to ignore!), but for the most part, I’ve never really bought into the whole “a new year, a new me!” mind set. It’s certainly not because there aren’t aspects of my life and myself that I would love to change; it’s because as I look back on my life, the most profound and permanent changes have never been brought about my sheer effort or willpower.
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Have you ever had to restart your smart phone, iPad, or computer? Sometimes there are too many apps running, too many windows open, too much power or memory being used – the gadget freezes up and stops responding. At this point, the only thing you can do is just hit the restart button.
This is exactly what I have to do with my life.
Restart. New mercy. New grace. New joy. New strength. New peace.
I tend to be a perfectionist. There, I said it.
Perfectionism can take on different forms – in fact, I believe it can be as varied and unique as the persons who struggle with it.
My perfectionism tends to rear its ugly head in a rather subtle form. In fact, it can be mistaken for positive qualities, such as efficiency and diligence. Only those closest to me would know that the motives behind it just might not be all that pure.
I’m afraid. Is it really worth the possible cost? This world is a scary place – I mean, Christians are being beheaded by Isis! Wouldn’t it be easier and safer to just live here and not really follow Jesus?
These are the words of a child, whom I dearly love. These are real concerns – not something to be brushed aside flippantly. These are scary times.
I’m in my forties – with years of God building trust in my heart and soul – and I daily have to decide to trust Him with my whole life, my whole heart. My prayer is that God show up big time, in an abundant way, as only He can and show my children that He really is worth every sacrifice.